The Wistful Dinner
You will surrender the brooch, or you will surrender your life. The Lord Chancellor’s voice was dry as the dust in the court chamber, a sound that seemed to scrape against the back of Elias’s skull. He stood at the center of the room, his hands trembling not from fear, but from the crushing weight of his empty purse and the debt that bound his family’s survival. It was the third year of his...
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